unfewph!!!!

ah! he was there this morning. just for an hour or so, but that was (more than) enough. i got there and passed him on my way to the elevator to punch in. i did and was getting back on the elevator and turns out he came down to ride up with me. ok dorky, but whatever. i said i was tired cuz amanda and i got together last night and he said, 'yeah, i knew you were a party girl.' i said, 'no, i'm really not. we weren't out late or anything. i'm just tired.' and he said, 'yeah, i know you are.' and i said, 'no, i'm really not.' and he said, 'when i talk to you they give me looks like i'm messin' with the virgin mary or jesus' sister or something, but i knew you were a party girl.' i wanted to tell him to go to the kitchen and ask the cook what he thinks of me, but i didn't. i just told him i'm not again. then later he asked why i hadn't called him and i said because i didn't have his number, to which he replied that he thought everybody used caller id. i honestly hadn't thought of that (and when i told amanda that he had asked why i hadn't called, she said the same thing i did).

so then later (this is why i said 'more than' earlier), i was setting tables and i thought i saw him come into the dining room, but then i didn't see him go through it. so i kinda looked around, and there he was, leaning on the counter. 'are you watching me work?' 'yeah,' he said. i said, 'you must be really bored. you need to find something to do.' to which he replied, 'i'm watching your dimples. and your hips.' then he paused. then, 'and i'm gonna grab 'em.' what the heck? ohmigosh! what did he just say? he did not honestly just say that. 'oh. no you're not.' then i turned around and went back to setting the tables, very thankful that he was way on the other side of the dining room.

what the heck? what am i supposed to do now? he called and left a message on my voicemail saying he's gonna call me so we can talk about a couple of things. (and of course, my voicemail is elvis, so hot guy said, 'i don't have to be lonesome tonight if you don't want me to be. i don't have to miss you.') thankfully my phone has caller id. :) but seriously, it's not like i can completely avoid him. he will still sometimes come work at the home. and if i avoid him completely, it will be awkward when he is there, but it really would be easier to avoid his calls and talk in person. or not talk. he could just not come back. that would be nice. how quickly the tables turn. 3 weeks ago i was blissfully unaware that there was anything more to him than occassional eye candy, and i wanted him to be there more often. now i just want him to go away. i told him 2 weeks ago that he was trouble. see? there is such thing as feminine intuition. can i please have my number back now?